Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-08-19
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ilYes, indeed" ehimed in Irma, anxious
| TO defend her brother, ssYoq must not
blame him, Mr., Roland; this little peggaI
would have hurt him II she could,N
During this interesting colloquy ! ha6
stood quite still, too angry, hurt and Devil
dered to speak. But at Irma's cruel words
my temper blazed again. A torrent oil
words were on my tongue, but, happening
to glance one side, saw a face peering
through the shrubbery. knew it in an in
slant, it was my friend on the cars. knew
the laughing eyes and the brown, curling
hair. There was broad smile on his face
could see, also. His appearance decided
me. did not pause TO reply or defend my
self before the gentleman, but, catching my
books from the ground, fed toward the
house, never pausing till reached my own
room, where sank down, painting and cx-
hausted.
had never remembered being angry be-
for and this new feeling OF rage and hate
fairly overpowered me. When hurt or
grieved before had always wept, but not
tear dimmed my eyes now, whose fiery
flashes would have scorched the fountain
up. But at length ] grew calmer, ! re-
moved my bonnet and bathed my face and
hands. 1t was then | became conscious Of a
singing pain in my left arm, 1 pushed up
my sleeve and found a livid blue mark
across my arm which was also severely
bruised, either by my fall or from a bloY
in the ARRAY had just taken part In.
looked at my bruised arm with terrible
feeling Of rage and grief, not 80 much at
the injury, that would soon heal, but there
are scars on our memory that never heal
This was one. had never been struck be-
fore, and though it must be remembered
struck first, yet in my own eyes, certainly,
and in others perhaps, i was quite justified
in doing so. Therefore my feeling OF out
rage was the same as though had been
ANONYMOUSLY beaten without cause.
Irving Barrett, no doubt, regarded the
whole affair as q joke, yet he hardly guessed
that that one cruel act would be weighed
in the balance against him when that same
scale was balanced for life or death.
"Well, Miss, yer uncommon sober To-
night"
started. 1t was Maggie's CHEEKY voice
at my elbow that aroused me from my
gloomy thoughts. did not answer, but fol
lowed her out and into the supper-room
without word
After supper inquired who the gentle
ulCl nIlS y haA oSIh III eAiO BhihShs
HThe black whiskered one,p said Maggie,
"is Mr.. Roland, an old friend Of tho family;
he is here every summer. The other young
man, 1t seems, is friend Of hisI Inever saw
him before to-day; his name Is Oliver Dud-
ley, and handsome, proper-spollep young
fellow he is, too" she added.
Iwent back TO my room and moped IN 81.
lence until dark, when, seeing the family
oil aaaaunIlad IN, tho d,.oxr ttt,er
room, crept out, and taking the first path
came TO, wandered aimlessly on, scarcely
knowing or caring whittier II led, till found
myself on tho shore of lovely lake, on
whose clear surface tho moonlight was rest
| ing, siivering each wave that rose Til IL
! looked like molten silver.
Drawn up TO the shore was a beautiful
boat with softly cushioned seats, and pair
Of oars handsomely carved rested in the
oarlocts. stood watching this moonlight
scene with such keen delight that did not
notice the approach Of party coming near
until they were close upon me. had bare
ly time TO conceal myself behind one Of the
rustic seats that lined the shore rs they all
came up laughing, chatting and seeming in
high spirits. There were in the party Mr..
and Mrs. Clayton, Irma and Irving, and also
the two gentlemen had soon in the after
noon. l trembled lest they should discover
me, for Mrs, Clayton came so near that her
silken skirts brushed my hands as l
crouched beneath the scat; but, fortunately
for mo, they passed aud entered one Of the
boats without noticing mo. could hear
tho dip Of tho oars as they rowed out on the
lake. How would hayp liked TO accompany
them. had never been in p boat IN my life,
and fancied II must be n great pleasure 70
float, as they were doing, over the silver
waves. But could not go, so remained
where was, listening to tho sound Of their
merry voices, and hating them all the more
heartily, think. l even wished that the
boat would upset, and, not drown them,
was not quite 30 bad as that but give them
awetting.
But they came TO shore at last. The gem
tlemel assisted the ladies out and the party
returned toward the house, all but Mr..
Dudley, ho fingered behind and liz cigar.
Icould see the blue rings Of smoke curling
up through the clear air, - -.